It’s always been on the cards for Stiles to one day visit his last remaining relatives, and since there’s no one on his father’s side, he feels even more compelled to get his finger out his ass and actually do it instead of stalling. Especially now that college is done, nothing should be holding him back. But that’s just the thing. Something is holding him back and has been since graduation. There's one thing Stiles noticed as soon as he made the Skype call to his babcia to celebrate the end of his studies.
That one simple thing—or several, but they’re all under the same heading—is a variation of the same inane question he’s been bombarded with by each and every family member since that one fateful phone call...
Stiles has scars. He owns that, he accepts it, he's cataloged and memorized every single one, he's hyper fucking aware of them all.
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"What do you want, Peter?" Having the more untrustworthy of the Pack getting protective weirds him the fuck out, leaves an odd fluttering in his chest, like moths, waiting perilously and suicidally to be burned.
He doesn't like it.
"You're injured," the man says, "and whatever it is, it's put you in enough pain that I nearly fainted when I-"
"- Used your werewolf mojo on me without my permission?" Stiles smirks, and Peter gives him a black look, crossing a leg over his knee and smoothing out some invisible wrinkle on his pants.
"Tell me the truth Stiles, how bad is it?"
[Or: The one where Stiles has scars, is more than a little fucked up, and Peter notices. He helps.]
Peter spent his whole life following the rules of werewolf royal society. Then he befriended the free-spirited Stiles Stilinski, and suddenly he was a walking tabloid scandal.
Based on the Prince Harry & Meghan Markle royal family exodus. This follows Peter and Stiles through their friendship, relationship, wedding, family building, and the decision to get the HELL out of the toxic world of royalty.